Walking in Wuyuan, the picture of ink painting.

This article comes from Xiao Mo Tourism Vision, a horsetail blogger.

It's the spring of March again. I can't remember the small bridge flowing in the south of the Yangtze River, the apricot blossom and bluestone rain lane, and the swallows flying obliquely. The weather in the north is still chilly, while the sunshine in the south of the Yangtze River is almost hot.

"bloom opened and opened again, and the sea rose and flooded the water." Chyi Yu in the speaker is singing old songs left by Sanmao, and the familiar melody makes me in a trance, as if I had gone back to the days when I used to hide in the attic and secretly put the tapes I had found around me with a tape recorder.

Memories are always gentle, and the wildness of Wuyuan must have dyed the mountains yellow. Although there are no sandstorms and stories mentioned by Sanmao, there is no lack of warm and poetic romance. Then go to Wuyuan. I can't remember how many times I went to Wuyuan. At the beginning of that year, the pace of commercialization of Wuyuan tourism had just begun. In a blink of an eye, time slipped through my fingers, and I don't know how many years passed.

Walking on strange and foggy water, occasionally stopping with low eyebrows and listening to a flower show the fragrance of life, a distant emperor, like an ocean in the sun; Dahe white wall, light smoke long lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, covering the time and windows under the eaves, listening to the breeze blowing through the bags, and the rain playing in the corner; Ancient village ancestral temple, a bridge across the river, smoke curled up at the foot of the mountain, and a girl was playing clothes under the tree by the stream. I waited by the country road, expecting to meet inadvertently; Wuyuan is still the same as before.

Take the high-speed train for several hours and arrive at Wuyuan Station at night. The station is not far from the county seat, and you can reach the business circle by taxi for about ten yuan. Today, I stayed at Huadu Hotel, which is located in the downtown area of the county, adjacent to Wuyuan Cultural Square and Landscape Bridge, and the dining street is downstairs. The driver's master who took a taxi twice recommended the "Family" restaurant, which is delicious and local people often eat here.

How can you wait too long for dinner? Finally, I went to a restaurant named "Yi Jiangnan" on the review list. The taste is acceptable, with the characteristics of Anhui cuisine. Paste tofu, steamed pork, steamed fish, osmanthus fish and Taihe rice cake are its signature dishes. The price of restaurants in the county town is very reasonable, and the price has not been raised at all because of the tourist season. As the saying goes, "the long bridge is full of lights, and you are homesick when you are drunk." After a hearty meal, you can walk to the landscape bridge and enjoy the brightly lit long bridge.

I went to Moon Bay in the first morning light. In the morning, the morning mist is caged on the water like gauze. White walls, tiles, golden flowers and green water are also illusory and real in the haze. The boatman paddled a bamboo raft on the lake, and occasionally the scattered fishing nets were dyed golden fog by the morning light, as if based on a roll of splash-ink landscape painting. In a deeper and farther place, it is vaguely shrouded in an endless dream of silk rain.

The best angle to watch and photograph Moon Bay is on the hillside across the road. There are two paths leading to the top of the mountain, one is narrow and dangerous, and the other is flat, but the entrance fee is ten yuan. An observation deck was built on the mountain, where you can see the whole crescent-shaped lake. When rape blossoms are put into the sea, at sunrise and sunset, the whole world seems to be painted with brilliant but not strong gold.

What is Yan Mo Shu's word? The drizzle clears the sorrow, the water is like a hook, the moon is like a hook, and half a piece of smoke is like a blue wave. Climb to the top of heaven and earth, and look at the floating buildings in the distance, with long mountains and long winds, and Wan Li Castle Peak alone.

The cost of taking a bamboo raft is about 10-20 yuan/person.

After lunch, I went to Qiling, an ancient village hidden in the mountains.

Besides autumn, spring rape season is another best tourist season in Huangling. If the weather is just right, some crops will be put on the drying rack to dry.

On the ancient street in the spring breeze, the most beautiful thing is that a small pear flower and the white wall of Yamato set each other off. "ups and downs, pear blossoms, narrow curtains, small screens." In a trance, there is a shallow and faint emotion that permeates the misty rain, but it is not like Sheng and Weng's disappointment. This is the melancholy separated by dust in Jiangnan spring.

At this time, I suddenly remembered Bian's broken chapter, and it is quite appropriate to change two sentences: you are standing on the bridge watching the scenery, and the scenic people are watching you upstairs. The breeze decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams.

Wuyuan is one of the six counties under the rule of ancient Huizhou. It was called Zhangzhou and Xin 'an in ancient times, and its geographical location is now Huangshan, Jixi and Wuyuan. Huizhou culture is one of the three major regional cultures in China, and the other two are Dunhuang culture and Tibetan culture.

Huizhou is a heavy book, a book that records the changes of time, an altar of mellow wine, and an altar of wine brewed for thousands of years. In this heavy history, we can see that at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the end of the Western Jin Dynasty, the end of the Sui and Tang Dynasties and the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, the aristocratic clans in the northern part of the Central Plains moved south four times. They brought advanced production technology and Central Plains culture, and Huizhou gradually prospered into a regional cultural center. Since the Southern Song Dynasty, it has become a Jiangnan scenic spot with beautiful scenery and rich cultural landscape in Zhong Ling. During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, Huizhou merchants made their fortune here and dominated the world, and Huizhou gradually merged into its own unique regional culture. Huizhou merchants, Huizhou opera, Huizhou cuisine, Huizhou sculpture, Xin 'an Neo-Confucianism, Xin 'an medicine, Xin 'an painting school, Huizhou seal cutting, Huizhou architecture, Huizhou bonsai, etc. are called the three major schools in China together with Dunhuang studies and Tibetan studies.

Huizhou architecture has flourished under this cultural and economic background, becoming one of the most important schools of traditional architecture in China. In ancient Huizhou, the wind of respecting ancestors in Dunben prevailed. Ancestral temples, folk houses and memorial archways are typical representatives of Huizhou architecture and are known as the three wonders of Huizhou ancient architecture. It combines the aura of mountains and rivers with the outside world, integrates classical culture, has a unique style, rigorous layout, exquisite carving and full of rhythmic beauty.

The eyes are green and red, small and exquisite, and the cornices are slightly wet. Embroidered sills show spring, golden houses are wide and flowers are wide. Who cares how narrow the waves are? In the Huizhou architecture of Huangling, the most important thing is the details of carving dragons on cornices and hollowing out flower windows. From a distance, the cornices of its four corners are raised high, flying or dreaming, but there is mellow elegance in the movement. A quiet dream has a deep flower shadow. When you open the carved window and look at the distant mountain shadow, there are scenery inside and outside the window.

A touch of mist lingers, and a curtain falls on the earth. Cut a piece of satin with a dark blue background, but it was woven in March in Jiangnan. The wind blew away the candles and cigarettes, and the water missed them, and the flowers were gone.

A plain shirt, a white fan, and a solitary lamp reflect the volume. Pick a wisp of floating orchid to dye through the morning light, and you splash ink on the painting. The wind scattered in Han Xiao, the water was full of sadness and joy, and the flowers fell to the world.

Just bluestone to dusk, shoot the railing all over, no one will, and the dream will fade.

Outside the village, there is a sea of rape flowers all over the mountain. Starting from the ropeway station, you can reach the observation deck 1 after passing through four pavilions and the yew forest in Shuikou in spring, summer, autumn and winter, overlooking the sea of terraced fields of 10,000 mu. Not far ahead is the sleeping cloud suspension bridge, only to see the long bridge lying across the sky, about several hundred meters long, reaching both ends of the valley. The stream is gurgling under the bridge, and there are two transparent glass plates in the middle of the suspension bridge. Walking on it coincides with the breeze blowing in the valley and flying straight. Behind the suspension bridge is observation deck 2, where you can take photos in addition to terraces and flowers, and there are also newly developed zip lines and other experience projects nearby. You can try one or two if you are interested.

It happened that the peach blossom was in full bloom on the roadside, but it reminded me of the half-cooked crimson lips: misty water, a thousand miles of sunset. There are countless mountains. As red as rain. I don't remember the way you came. There are countless sunsets in Qianshan in the distance, and there is no way to walk into the blooming sea nearby. Just walk slowly and go straight into the depths of the flower path without thinking about going home.

There are also half an acre of heart-shaped ponds among the flowers, like gems dotted on the golden sea. When it is sunny, it reflects the blue sky, and when it is rainy, it is also smoky. No matter whether the weather is good or bad, it has its own style.

From the telephoto lens, the most beautiful angle is the pear tree in full bloom in the terraced sea of flowers. Although it is a solitary flower, it is not abrupt at all. This finishing touch makes the flower sea like a fairyland.

There are two main ways to climb mountains: ropeway and scenic sightseeing bus. Package (attraction ticket+ropeway round-trip ticket) 145 yuan. Take the cableway to overlook the yellow-green terraced flower sea from the air. Tips: 1. Wuyuan county is less than 20 minutes' drive from Moon Bay. You can take the shuttle bus on the east line from the old North Station or take a taxi directly from the county seat. The main road is narrow and prone to traffic jams, and the parking area is mainly on the roadside. It takes about 50 minutes to drive from Moon Bay to Huangling. It is convenient to take a taxi in Moon Bay in peak season. 2. The queue time of Huangling cableway is very long in peak season, so we should pay attention to planning the time of going up and down the mountain.

It was very late when we arrived in Jiangling, but it was the best time to shoot the sunset glow. But the weather was not good, so I had to give up and live in the farmhouse in Jiangling Scenic Area at night.

I get up at five in the morning and watch the weather forecast. It was still cloudy, and I continued to sleep until eight o'clock before going out. You will spend most of your time in the fields of Jiangling, and you will not live up to this beautiful spring.

Jiangling is located in the northeast of Wuyuan County, with Xiaoqi in the south and Xitou in the east. This is one of the four rape seas in China, and it is also a world-class photography base.

Similar to Huangling, rape flowers in Jiangling are also spread in the vast world in the form of terraces, winding around the mountains and overlapping layers, such as ladders into the clouds and scattered at high places. Climbing high and looking far, the distant mountains are like eyebrows, the flower diameter is like rouge fat, and several Huizhou cottages with gray tiles and white walls are dotted among the golden flowers and green leaves. A breeze blows, bringing misty mist flowing in the mountains, which is a natural splash-ink landscape.

If the essence of Qiling is to visit the ancient town and the flower sea at the same time, then the scenery of Jiangling is naturally to step into the depths of the flower sea and enjoy the endless scenery from all angles, and you may also become a scene in someone else's lens with an umbrella.

There are dolls hidden in the sea of flowers. This small and fresh picture reminds me of the fields in Bai County, Chiang Mai.

Yo, if it isn't Xiong Da Xiong Er and them.

In the afternoon, I arrived in Qingyuan, an ancient village with original ecology, and the commercial atmosphere was not very strong. Qingyuan is a remote village on the eastern line of Wuyuan, more than 60 kilometers away from Wuyuan county, also known as Xiaotaoyuan, with a history of 1300 years. A ten-meter-wide stream runs through the village, dividing Qingyuan ancient village into families on the east and west sides.

As soon as you step into the village entrance, you can see the golden ocean, and the ancient village flowers complement each other. Without one of them, this ink painting cannot be formed. There is a pavilion at the entrance of the village, which is the place where the ancients saw off their guests. Now it is a good place to rest. The old pavilion was linked with "Deep in Taoyuan", hence the name "Small Taoyuan".

Although Qingyuan does not have the imposing manner of ten thousand mu of flowers falling from the sky like Jiangling, it has its own small jasper appearance. Outside the village, bloom becomes the sea, and there are small bridges and flowing water in the village, which is the gentlest amorous feelings in the south of the Yangtze River.

In addition to the rape flowers outside the village, the village is also full of flowers. In front of and behind the house, on both sides of the street and by the stream, peach blossoms, pear blossoms and apricot blossoms bloom in turn. The breeze dances and butterflies fly around Huaxi. White and tender snow mixed with rouge and red is reflected by the sun. We might as well rest here for half a day, slow down and enjoy the antique houses and spring scenery along the way. Every flower is a vibrant life, from blooming to falling, just like our wonderful life blooming in this world.

Whose smile was it when you crossed the flower curtain by the stream? The moment you look back, the whole small village has changed from simple black and white ink to meticulous Jiangnan.

A green hill is in my arms, a stream surrounds the village, a green slate street, and several rows of simple old houses. Wandering all the way in the drunken spring, listening to the petals open in turn, the wind, gently Ying Ying, slightly wet face; Clouds, fluttering and swaying, keep flowing; Flowers are graceful and dancing with the wind. Even time can't help but slow down and appreciate this idyllic poem flowing between green mountains and green waters.

Simple and kind villagers live a leisurely life. "The eaves are low and small, and the streams are covered with green grass." When drunk, Wu Yin is charming and white-haired. "Here is just right.

The village is small, but it still retains the original rural flavor, quiet and indifferent. There are only a few farmhouses and restaurants in the village, and there are very few tourists. Most of them are people who come here to sketch and take photos.

Since it is a glass of wine, there are naturally several small wine shops hidden in the flowers. The homemade rice wine and kiwi wine are delicious.

From thousands of miles away, with a faint heart, I brushed away the falling flowers and floating dust in my heart. At this time, if there is a little hazy misty rain, it is more appropriate. Flowers, water, poems, clouds and wind Xu Lai, a leaf is floating in the misty rain.

Arriving at Chaping in the evening, a small village praised by photographers as "home in the sky", is even more rare for tourists. It may take three or four pages to find the ranking of Wuyuan scenic spot on major platforms. Without the guidance of the local people, you can hardly see the breathtaking scenery here. At least I saw a few tourists in the comment area who said they didn't see any scenery.

I live in a dark room. The slightest dust doesn't matter. Pour the residual jade through the bamboo, and roll the yellow court to see the mountain. It is also a paradise.

Tips: 1. Few farmhouses are flat, so you need to book them in advance during the peak season. 2. Chaping is located in the deep mountains, and the road is rugged, so you need to drive or charter a car. 20 yuan/person's health fee will be charged when entering the village. 3. Look at the flat scenery outside the village, and it is best to ask the locals for the best viewing place.

Starting from the village at five o'clock in the morning, under the leadership of the farmhouse owner, I trudged on the mountain road for more than twenty minutes before reaching the observation deck. Looking around, there were only a few photographers with long guns and short guns, but there were no tourists, so they set up tripods and lenses and waited for the sea of clouds at sunrise. Yes, the most spectacular scenery here is the vast sea of clouds in Wan Li.

Since I was a child, I yearned for the boundless scenery described by "the bright moon rises from the mountain of heaven, in the boundless haze of the sea of clouds" and "Wan Liyun, Qian Shan at dusk, to whom only the shadow belongs". I climbed many famous mountains, but I was unlucky. Most of the clouds I see are scattered, and I have never encountered such a spectacular waterfall cloud here and now.

The vast sea of clouds, who is connected with the sky? Clouds on the horizon, paved a piece of Wang Yang to the horizon cape at the end of heaven and earth. With the mountain wind, huge waves surge, and sometimes clear waves flow. In the face of the magic of nature, words are so pale and powerless.

Things are like chess, the top of the sky is boundless. Life is like a dream, and rivers and lakes are far away. Facing the wind, mountains and rivers are involved. Qingping ancient song, several paragraphs. Think long when you are near the mountain, and think long when you are near the water. Changfeng Wan Li, the old country looks far away. Climbing high and overlooking, the road blocks the river. Romance, a few chapters

The most spectacular time to see the flat sea of clouds is when the sun rises from the mountain behind, hitting the golden awn on the magnificent sea of clouds in the distance and the sea of rape flowers in front of us, and depicting the vast and solemn world with smart colors.

Wandering around the small mountain village, I suddenly found that the hillside behind the village is an excellent perspective. The mountains, flowers and ancient villages in the distance merge into a landscape painting painted by Dan Qing.

The flower-dyed window is half-shouldered and fragrant, and the clothes are exposed in the morning and the wind is cool. The spring scenery of the Jiuqu cloister is boundless, and the breeze is recorded in the clouds, looking back at that moment. Flowers and birds are in the spring breeze. Don't tell your heart that the moonlight is old and you only look at the light.

Qiancun Mountain Road is full of dangers, and it is quite laborious to climb it. But when you stand on the top of the mountain and look around, you have another kind of amorous feelings, as the saying goes, "Infinite scenery is above the dangerous peak."

There are small houses in the depths of Jinhua Mountain that invade the path, as well as quaint village houses. I really want to stay here for a long time and be a hermit, regardless of spring and summer, regardless of autumn and winter, regardless of the world.

This is our farmhouse and one of the few inns in the village.

In the afternoon, visit Jialu Umbrella Factory in Jialu Township.

Willow breeze in March, apricot blossom rain in April, every rainy day in the south of the Yangtze River, a scene will emerge in my mind: white walls and tiles, misty rain, falling out of the water. An oil-paper umbrella, wearing a cheongsam or a student costume of the Republic of China, walked on the dark slate of a quiet ancient town and listened to the breeze across the street. Time flies, water under the bridge. A leaf boat carried away the time. I still remember the appearance of the small bridge when it first met with flowing water.

This idea probably comes from Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane: a person walks in a long, lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella, hoping to meet a girl as sad as cloves. She does have the same color, fragrance and sadness as lilac, sad in the rain, sad and hesitant; She wanders in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and like me, she is silently sad, indifferent, sad and melancholy.

The umbrella workers patiently and meticulously polished the umbrella ribs, installed the umbrella cover, trimmed the edges, sunned, colored, painted, oiled and air-dried, and finally blossomed into a landscape in their hands. I love blue and white porcelain handles, misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, oil-paper umbrellas and blue and white porcelain. Jay Chou's songs seem to linger in my ears: misty rain is like sky blue, I'm waiting for you to smoke in the kitchen, and when I set up a platform to meet you, I wrote Han Li imitating the elegance of the previous dynasty at the bottom of the bottle.

The last stop of Wuyuan's trip is Sikou Zhang Cun, which has the longest bench bridge in the south of the Yangtze River.

Watching the sunset gradually overflow the white wall of the ancient village, a small fishing boat suddenly came in the afterglow, and the old fisherman was carrying a hip flask. The gray beard and wrinkles hide the taste of vicissitudes of life.

Life is decades, but spring, summer, autumn and winter. The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time. I met an old friend and had a drink. How many things in the past and how many times have been put into the conversation.

For the phrase "I have been crazy all my life, and I have never dreamed of Huizhou" commonly used in the travel notes of Wuyuan, Huizhou. I have never caught a cold. After all, I completely misunderstood Mr. Xianzu's original intention. Regarding Huizhou, I prefer Zhao Shixiu's song "Mountains surround Qingxi, water surrounds the city, and white clouds are hard to draw." . Wild colors are hidden everywhere, and every family lights up and reads books. "

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